“I knew I didn’t like that woman when she first showed up at my house.” Don shook his head. “I’m sorry, Clay. I can’t and don’t want to imagine your pain.” He frowned, looking from my sister holding their son to me holding their daughter.
“And I’m sure it’s a pain that won’t just go away. But maybe with some therapy, you’ll work past it. And I can say when your post haunts you and the pain your blood inflicted on you hurts so bad you want to cut yourself off from the world, having someone at your side always makes it better.” Don nodded in Xenia’s direction.
Xenia blushed a little. “I… that’s implying there is more to us than there probably is.” She shook her head.
It hurt hearing that. I can’t exactly fault Xenia for it. It’s not like either of us has said what this is. Sure we’ve shared our secret pains, but that doesn’t mean we are something more than two hurt people finding an escape in sex together.
“So true, Don.” Reese nodded. “And Xenia, everyone at this table knows you two
